Thorns Grow After Betrayal (Celeste and Chester) novel Chapter 89

Lately, Clifton hadn't been seen around the neighborhood with his little granddaughter.

Celestine remembered that Cynthia's parents were living abroad, so the girl must have been spending her days shadowing Gideon.

Stuffing her cheeks full, Cynthia mumbled, "That's right! Uncle Gid-yun has been taking me to his office every day, making me clock in like an employee. It's so boring! But today I saw a woman crying and begging Uncle Gid-yun not to transfer her to the sales floor. He didn't even look at her—just said if she had a problem, she could go see a psychiatrist. I almost died laughing!"

Celestine couldn't help but wince inwardly.

Mr. Shield's boundaries were legendary; apparently, his tongue was even sharper at work.

She felt a surge of relief that she'd never overstepped her place.

"Oh, and guess what!" Cynthia, having swallowed another mouthful of rice, beamed with excitement. "My school registration finally went through. I'll be staying here with Grandpa for good, and now I get to see Miss Angel every day!"

Celestine watched Cynthia's exaggerated winks and silly faces—it was obvious what the little girl was angling for.

"All right, then. If there's ever anything you want to eat, just let me know and we'll cook it together."

"Oh my gosh, Miss Angel, you're the best! You're so nice and pretty! Great-grandpa barely knows how to water his plants, let alone cook. Honestly, he's more clueless in the kitchen than a jammed garbage disposal!"

For someone so young, Cynthia had a way with words.

The effect was both jarring and strangely endearing.

Celestine raised an eyebrow—she'd never actually tasted Clifton's cooking. "Is that so?"

Cynthia nodded furiously. "Totally! Miss Selwyn, have you ever heard of dumplings stuffed with strawberries? Or tofu boiled in lemon-lime soda? Or frying chili peppers with sugar?"

Celestine choked on her tea, coughing hard.

That was… truly horrifying.

…

Meanwhile, across town at the Prescott family's dining table—

There they were: strawberry-stuffed dumplings, tofu simmered in lemon-lime soda, chili peppers glazed in sugar, and a stir-fry of pork and dragon fruit.

Three dishes and a soup, all laid out with pride.

Gideon sat in silence.

There was, he reflected, an excellent reason he rarely ate at home.

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